The Happy Road

When troubles hang about the shoulders

Weighing down like heavy boulders

Think then of some better days

When life and fate led other ways

Ahead, your road has twists and turns

But not all are bad for one who learns

There’s always chance to change direction

With careful thought and more reflection

Every life has ups and downs

Each their share of smiles and frowns

Look to yourself, no other’s load

To seek and find the happy road

Loneliness v Alone

‘Lonely’ is not the same as ‘alone’.  Lonely is a feeling and is a state of mind.  You can be lonely when alone or when in company; on a desert island or at a gathering in a big city.  But is lonely normal?  I believe so and would go so far as to say it is necessary in small doses.

We are often described as social animals and, certainly, with others, we instinctively create social structures.  At their most primitive, these may be hierarchy generated by the dominance of an alpha male, or by allegiance to a matriarch.  These relationships eventually lead to the development of organised groups and environments which are, in some way, mutually supportive or beneficial to the group as a whole. This is not necessarily always true for every individual, however.

In these environments we can thrive on the feedback we get from other persons and that thriving can help us feel secure and enable us to develop intellectually and emotionally.  But feedback can also diminish us if it is negative, or even just neutral or absent, when it might have been present.  We take the risk of receiving diminishing feedback whenever we are in company.  Sometimes that risk is too great.

Perhaps, for just the smallest of periods, even the most apparently self-assured of us deems that risk of engagement failure too great and we need to retreat into loneliness; into a mindset where we might take stock, summon courage to re-engage, or just languish for a while in self-pity.

Enforced ‘aloneness’ ……solitary confinement, stranding, or simply being ignored by others, will almost certainly lead to real loneliness and eventually to psychological damage.  But short periods of self-imposed loneliness are part of being us and can help our sense of balance.  Loneliness in small doses might be therapeutic; as long as it is not revelled in!

If someone ‘feels’ lonely and doesn’t want to, the solution lies within themselves; not with anyone else.  Overcoming unwanted loneliness requires a form of courage, but one we all have to a greater or lesser degree.  Not the courage to approach strangers and perhaps suffer rejection, which can be crushing, but the courage to engage socially at some level with others.  None-hierarchical group activities such community working, or in more developed societies, a choir, a walking group, a knitting circle, or a local history society are just some examples of largely neutral, non-threatening environments and activities.  By showing an interest in such common activities you implicitly show an interest in the individuals involved; and they in you!  It’s a first step, sometimes a big one, but what’s to lose,except loneliness?

Sharing Caring

With those you love, for whom you care

Time dictates you have to share

You will not always have control

For others claim some of this role

 

Your precious child’s first day at school

Falls subject to new pastoral rule

Years later on, at summer camp

First night away, your insides cramp

 

Teenager off, on their first date

You set a time; pray they’re not late

The pilots of a loved one’s flight

You only hope they get it right

 

Let  interviews, of course be gentle

Wisdom to see his/her potential

Surgeon too, with razor knife

Governs fate of child or wife

 

A wedding ushers a new phase in

Your child has another next of kin

Every care you now can share

Someone else is always there

A Waste

Oh dear, look over there

It’s very clear, even from here

Plump young mum, another on the way

Buggy-shoving through a brand-new day

 

Can’t you tell, even at a glance

Little Errol stands littler chance

Tied securely in his prison pram

Tired, exhausted, silent as a lamb

 

His cream cake crumbles on Greggs shop floor

Mam chats and smokes outside the door

Sister Cheryl runs wildly about

Ignoring Mam’s frantic shout

 

Non-working class; must it be like this?

Mired in a morass; existence no bliss

Minx Cheryl and timorous young Errol Smith

One in Mam’s tummy will be the fifth

 

Social workers don’t know what to do

Politicians haven’t even a clue

Proudly espousing ‘each child counts’

We’re investing money, look at the amounts!

 

But cash alone is not the solution

What we need is a revolution

Where families learn of a better way

To break the cycle of social decay

 

Where then the collective conscience?

For lives lived, but of no consequence

A tragic, doomed, wasted group

Class-locked in an endless repeating  loop